Victoire poked Teddy.
"Go away," he mumbled, putting a pillow over his head.
"Is that anyway to talk to your wife of eighteen months?" demanded Victoire playfully.
"No, and I don't care just yet," came his voice from behind the pillow. "Talk to me after noon and I'll be your slave, but right now – "
"You'll have to get used to it soon."
"What are you on about, Tory?"
"Oh, nothing, it's just that we're having a baby."
Teddy sat straight up, wild eyed. "WHAT?"
Victoire covered him back up with the pillow. "I'll tell you after noon," she said sweetly.